When everything comes from where you least expect,
you tell me there is nothing we can do,
we sleep on the shadow without sunset,
the signs we are looking for
cannot be lost.
Love and hatred remain,
the wolves wait together,
crammed into each other from fear.
We’ll get out of hell,
people have experiences with people
abandoned to fate’s teeth,
no one can hide from itself
the hungry animals’ howl
prefigures the night.
As well as them, we’ve learned to obey
the same unwritten laws
and hate the masters
no matter how good they are,
no matter how we pretend.
Free means for us
the eagle flying above the mountains.